Marcus, half-Native American, half-Italian, grew up in northern Wisconsin. His father, Ma`iingan, or Wolf, was a rare, pure Ojibwe. Wolf tried to keep Marcus away from the dark, juvenile delinquents that filled the streets of the larger cities, but failed to keep him on a tight leash. Marcus led a dual life since he was just nine years old. He followed many Ojibwe traditions along with his father and took care of his family. He hunted with Wolf and other Ojibwe teens.
Yet when he had time to himself, Marcus wandered the streets and found that the drug world could potentially produce more prosperity than the native world. He began dealing petty drugs around the age of 13. Soon, he found himself completely submerged in the alternative culture, so much so that his family lost faith in his traditional goals and aspirations. Despite their rejection, Marcus continued to provide for his family until he was 18, when he then left for Rivertown to find a better customer base.
Upon arrival in Rivertown, Marcus found Jester, Calsifer, and Janzer sneaking around and playing with guns. Fearless, Marcus approached them, standing tall with his shoulders strong; he was unarmed. He noted, by their primitive formation, that Jester was the leader. And by the looks of their sunken structures, he figured they were tweakers. Only feet away, it took a few moments for Jester to realize Marcus standing dangerously close.
"Know where I can find any amphetamines?" Marcus asked with a sly smile.
Yet when he had time to himself, Marcus wandered the streets and found that the drug world could potentially produce more prosperity than the native world. He began dealing petty drugs around the age of 13. Soon, he found himself completely submerged in the alternative culture, so much so that his family lost faith in his traditional goals and aspirations. Despite their rejection, Marcus continued to provide for his family until he was 18, when he then left for Rivertown to find a better customer base.
Upon arrival in Rivertown, Marcus found Jester, Calsifer, and Janzer sneaking around and playing with guns. Fearless, Marcus approached them, standing tall with his shoulders strong; he was unarmed. He noted, by their primitive formation, that Jester was the leader. And by the looks of their sunken structures, he figured they were tweakers. Only feet away, it took a few moments for Jester to realize Marcus standing dangerously close.
"Know where I can find any amphetamines?" Marcus asked with a sly smile.
It didn't take long for Marcus to take the lead.